I'm away the rest of week and part of next. I intend to keep posting, but said posts may be furtive and photo-free.

As for today, if you like poems by Harvard graduates where country folk are named Zeke, and are all bashful, and dialect is represented by spellings like "Ez hisn," and "true sole" is rhymed with "shoe sole," then James Russell Lowell's The Courtin' is for you. But if not, not. It has a little bit of what they call on the Blue Collar Comedy Tour "nostalgie de la boue".